…but only from the perspective of the millions of the poor cars consigned to drive in Cairo. No lanes? No problem – just honk! 10 lanes across, and every car, from beaters to antique to luxury, have dents and sidescrapes. I don’t think there are auto body shops here – what would be the point? However, there don’t seem to be major accidents, likely because no-one can travel fast enough! We had dinner at a restaurant on the 14th storey of a building and could still hear the cars and trucks honking below. But they are not the familiar annoyed, impatient honks of Canada, they are friendly little toots that are used to alert one another. Hey! I’m squeezing in! Hey! I’m comin’! Hey! I’m passing you! And alongside the cars are donkey wagons, water buffalo, horses, scooters with 5 people on them, tuk-tuks and just about anything else you could imagine.
In the traffic jams we have been having a blast with the children crammed into school vans like anchovies, they have beautiful smiles and the teens hold up air cameras, click, click, take a photo of me!